I have to admit, I guess I’m used to Western National Parks. While Congaree was pretty, it didn’t hit the visual splendor that I’m used to seeing in a National Park. It looked like the swamp behind my Dad’s place only with taller trees. But it isn’t preserving visual splendor so much as it is preserving an ecosystem. And that I can certainly get behind. Don’t get me wrong though, Congaree National Park is a pretty place and that is attested by the fact that the next seven posts will be coming from there.